Was Gonna Refine This But I'm Going To The Pub Instead 🥂

i write for myself not for comments but dear god getting comments does so remind me of the joy of writing and sharing something

baldur's gate 3 is just. break the abuse and trauma cycle. being forced to believe a certain way is wrong. there is more outside of the small window that i perceived the world to be. i will create my own identity. maybe the people i thought loved me did not, in fact, have my best interests at heart. i need to find the clown's body parts so the drag queen can resurrect him. my destiny is not written in stone.

Baldurs gate isn’t a dnd game it’s a really really really hard dress up game

I forgot to mention here I posted another chapter of these shorter (by my standards) ones last night, this time focusing on Lae’zel’s post icepick lobotomy moment that I mentioned in chapter 9 of Whistle Past the Graveyard because I thought that would be fun, so I’m mentioning that now! Go read it if you want!

please view him

Astarion, do you really have to stand quite so close?

who put all these dramatic bitches in the same room

My favorite tav bonk (monk bard) for everyone

"Why didn't they just communicate?? They're so stupid!" Have you considered that communicating with someone you love and value and don't want to hurt is scary and that vulnerability takes practice and that perfect characters with perfect words make the most boring stories of all

Busy with comms, but I saw this video and I had to quickly project the mental image that appeared in my head of Wyll onto a sad little drawing, so here's a sad soggy man after a failed cantrip